Innocent Prisoner

Hands tied behind his back Face divided by the bars It smells deeply of garbage And the lights are dim Everything is dark Just like his skin A white man comes by Face a straight line In the dark i see no difference Between daddy and this man But when i ask momma why Why we are thought of as different All she says is Sometimes to a white man The darkest color stands out, Even in the dimmest of lights

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